Why are there only loser heroines around me?

"Isn't this great? You just keep investigating Diana, and I'll follow Irene closely. No matter who succeeds first, it's all good."

Ukyo closed his notebook.

He went downstairs to boil some water to make some coffee to relieve his fatigue.

The electric kettle of this era is definitely an antique. If possible, he really wants to take one back home. The same goes for the coffee machine. In the real world, no matter how much money you spend, you can't buy a coffee machine as good as the orange one.

He listened to the coffee machine and went to the bathroom with his coffee.

There was the sound of rain inside.

This is the disadvantage of sharing an apartment. There are two bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, but only one of them is equipped with a water heater. Londoners of this era still believe that bathing is harmful to health. Even if the capitalists selling water heaters promote that "bathing is good for health" is the most scientific, there are still many Londoners who cannot understand this and do not like to bathe.

Therefore, for an ordinary shared apartment in London, it is enough to install one water heater. The landlord probably would never think that there are several modern people in his house who feel uncomfortable if they don't take a shower for a day.

Ukyo was waiting in front of the restroom, holding a white porcelain cup.

He quietly counted the time on the wall clock.

About a quarter of an hour later, the bathroom door opened from the inside. Yanami, who had changed into pajamas, was wiping her wet hair. She was startled and thought someone was peeping at the door. When she saw it was Ukyo, she felt relieved. He would not do that kind of thing and was probably just waiting for someone to finish using the bathroom.

"There's still half of the hot water." Yanami took the initiative to say.

"Thank you." You Jing thought that the other party had left it on purpose.

"you....."

"You will..."

"Do you really want to go?"

"I'm going." Ukyo closed the door, took off his T-shirt, faced the mirror, turned on the shower, and waited briefly for the cold water to turn hot. He said to Yanaijian at the door, "Nothing unexpected will happen. I've made a lot of money fighting underworld boxing. If you're worried, you can call Arthur tomorrow and buy tickets at the opera house in advance. Then we can go to the restaurant. I don't know which restaurant Miss Irene has reserved a table at, but there's only one opera house where Miss Irene performs."

Ukyo said this simply to reassure Yanami that he wouldn't suddenly fall in love with someone else.

It's not like he didn't know Yanami liked him. When Xiaoju came to Beijing with him, he almost understood Xiaoju's intentions. Tian Aixing used to attack with a straight ball. Sometimes he would think that maybe he could also live the life that his friends used to enjoy, such as finding a girlfriend, going to France together, etc.

The reason he was unwilling to find someone to entrust his life to was simply because he felt he could not adapt to the peaceful life. The power of "explosive blood" was still like a devil. He stared at the dark scar on his chest in the mirror. He didn't know whether this thing came from "Tachibana Ukyo's tuberculosis" or "the black flame of red lotus written by Komari in the book". In short, there was no essential difference between the two types of "explosive blood".

At the moment of blood explosion, when human consciousness disappears, a more powerful force will invade the body, making him unconsciously excited. It is a poison comparable to the Lord of the Rings. When he first activated the "Black Flame", he felt that his blood vessels began to become hot, and some familiar feelings were gradually returning.

It's not just about power, but also about being detached from the world. The Bloodsorrow treats everyone around them equally, and few of those who develop feelings with them can have a good ending.

Ukyo looked at himself in the mirror.

Maybe he shouldn't have said what he just said. It sounded like "I'm not ready yet, wait for me."

As a guy who could die at any time and whose people are always encountering various accidents, it seems that he has no right to say "wait a minute" to others.

He picked up the cold coffee and drank it all, then put the white porcelain cup on the toothbrush table, thinking of taking it away later.

The bathtub is full of hot water.

He turned off the tap and plunged himself into the lukewarm water.

He still didn't have much desire for hot baths. In short, as long as there was water in the bathtub, it was fine.

If there was a shower in this bathroom, he could save a lot of trouble and just turn on the shower head and shower with cold water. However, rain showers were not popular until the early 20th century. Nowadays, people still have to fill a bathtub or other container with water and then throw themselves in to take a shower.

"I tell you, it's amazing." Arthur's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Eh? Xingcai is here too, that's perfect, I'll talk to you all together."

Arthur glanced at Yanajian, who was wearing pajamas, and whispered to her, "You shouldn't come out in pajamas next time, idiot! Can't you take it off without clothes or half wrapped in a bath towel? Apply some soapy water to the door in advance, and when Ukyo opens the door, you can really throw it down. I don't believe you can't take it off!"

Yanaijian thought her friends were really nice. They were all giving her advice, but their methods were a bit hellish. Everyone skipped the most crucial step of confession and went straight to the physical part. Everyone was like an experienced general and no one cared that she, a sixteen-year-old fledgling, didn't know any of those embarrassing tricks.

"I can hear you no matter how quietly I speak," Ukyo said in the bathroom. "If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't spread your dirty thoughts to others."

"Okay, okay, okay! You two can just stay like this!" Arthur's voice was a little excited. "Let's get down to business. I opened up an intelligence network today. That is to say... there is a super prostitute in Margaret's brothel. How skilled is she? According to my investigation and her own words, she has been a prostitute since she was eight years old. This is her 12th year. In these 12 years, she has received more than 5000 different men. Among them are nobles and commoners, and many of them are repeat customers!"

"At the time, I thought, 'Oh my god!' Many intelligence agencies in ancient China were like brothels. Now we have a top intelligence officer with 5000 pieces of intelligence. We have to use them. She's slept with so many men, who knows, one of them might be one of Moritia's men."

"5000 people! Do you know what 2000 people means? The laptop I used to take on commissions while on the road broke last year because the power button was broken. I've had that computer for six years, turning it on every day, and I've pressed the power button almost times! Look, the computer power button can only withstand presses, but that woman can actually withstand it over times! And I heard from those clients that her vagina is still shiny and translucent!"

Yana's cheeks flushed when she heard this.

The same goes for Kotoko and Arthur. What kind of people are around her?

She quickly ran back to the room and got into bed. She originally wanted to say that Xiaoju was better, fortunately she lived in the same room with Xiaoju, but then she thought again and felt that something was wrong, because Xiaoju also had a big BL demon hidden in her heart!

Volume 145: Chapter 5: Xingcai Sang~, have the cherry blossoms in Shifugao bloomed? (K)

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Yanami wanted to write something like, "Ukyo will not be with Miss Irene" on her phone, but her phone, which she had been using to conserve power, had died the last time she turned it on.

She suddenly remembered that Youjing's mobile phone had a longer battery life, and the lemon essence inside could generate a small amount of electricity.

The principle seems to be the reaction of the primary battery or something... If I could get some lemon essence, I wouldn't have to worry about my phone's battery life running out.

"If my phone runs out of battery, will the lemon essence inside still power it? When my phone runs out of battery, will the Shikigami inside it also be forced to sleep?"

The principles of paranormal resuscitation are really terrible.

You have to study both history and chemistry, and at the same time you have to have a wild imagination, because many things are neither logical nor scientific.

Yanaijian covered his head with a pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

......

...

Old Jack is an old killer.

He received a big business today.

Generally speaking, he only likes to torture and kill women, and is not interested in rough men with stubble and the smell of stinky fish.

But if the employer pays him enough, he will make exceptions a few times.

The target that his employer asked him to kill was the super boxing champion, Mourning Biao, who was about to get 19 consecutive wins in the underground black boxing ring!

Old Jack knew what the deal was as soon as he heard it.

Most likely, this underground boxer made his employer lose money. At worst, his employer is a boxer who will challenge Sang Biao tonight. His original intention of hiring himself was just to seriously injure Sang Biao, so that his chances of winning against Sang Biao tonight will increase.

If it is the latter, then the killer is an insignificant victim in this plan. In order to save his life, Sang Biao will definitely try his best to kill him. By then, there will be no evidence, unless the killer escapes.

But for old Jack, whose wanted posters were posted all over London, it was impossible to ask him to come out and testify.

Therefore, his employer only made profits and no losses in this deal.

Old Jack knew what his employer was planning.

But that's how the killer job is. No matter what the employer's purpose is, they will work as long as they are paid.

The employer's original price was 50,000 pounds.

Are you kidding me?

You want him to fight the boxing champion for 50,000 pounds?

Old Jack raised the price to 15. Without this amount, there would be no deal.

The employer gritted his teeth and agreed, and paid a deposit of 70,000 pounds in advance.

In Greater London, anything can be done easily as long as you have money.

In the killer business, 15 is the price of a common noble baron's head. The head of that underground pariah black boxer is worth the same as the baron's, which is enough for him to brag about after he goes to hell.

 …

...

Six o'clock in the morning.

Old Jack was squatting on a roasted sweet potato stand on the front of Baker Street.

This thing has only become popular in recent years. Old Jack often visits this store. After learning that Youjing lives very close to where he often has breakfast, Old Jack can only say that the underground boxer is unlucky. He could have lived a little longer after going out, but now, he would die as soon as he reached the street corner. He could then eat hot sweet potatoes while blowing his head off.

"Lee, give me a sweet potato."

"Sixpence."

"Pah! It's so expensive!"

Old Jack held out his hand for the money, and the sweet potato stall took it and started talking nonsense again, "How's the thing I asked you to help me keep an eye on?"

"Not so bad." Old Jack waved his hand impatiently. "There are so many new faces in Greater London every day. Some are smuggled in, some come from other countries. As for the strange-looking people from another world you mentioned... Holy shit! The streets are full of people wearing strange clothes. Who knows which one is the one you're looking for?"

The sweet potato vendor said nothing more. He just looked up at the sky and said in Japanese, "When can I go back to Japan?"

..........

...

After getting up and washing up, Yanami opened the door to go to work at the Meet Cafe, and saw Arthur leaning against the door in a very arrogant manner.

"Ukyo is having dinner with Miss Irene today. You must be worried about them, right? What do you think? I can go to the opera house with you and see where they are having dinner."

"I can help you too." Qinzi, who had already put on her prosthetic limbs and was installing artificial eyes in her empty eye sockets, said, "Arthur is not a good person. Why don't you come with me to the opera house?"

"What do you mean by not a good person?" Arthur was furious. "I'm the only decent person in this team. The others are all up to no good."

Kotoko ignored him and just took Yanami's arm and said, "He still has to investigate Diana's case today. Come with me, I'm fine."

"Tsk." Arthur made a strange sound with his mouth. "You women are so boring. Okay, okay, you two can go together. I'll go by myself. I'll temporarily requisition your boyfriend. Is that okay with you?"

Arthur turned around and patted Sakuragawa Kuro on the shoulder, saying, "Come with me today."

As they were chatting and laughing, You Jing, who had gotten up late, came out from behind.

He canceled his plan to practice Tai Chi every morning. He was too tired from fighting in the black boxing ring at night, and he wanted to sleep a little longer to relax his tired body.

They talked about it together, and Ukyo almost heard it when he came downstairs.

But opera and meals with Miss Irene were for the afternoons and evenings, and he also had work during the day.

No one living at 199 Baker Street knew that he had found a job at the London Metropolitan Police Department and was currently Detective Sean's temporary partner. Both the police and the detectives were good places to get intelligence. Since Arthur and Kotoko had already chosen the police, he might as well join the London Metropolitan Police Department, which no one had yet ventured into.

The Greater London Police Department is very short of staff, and there is no restriction on academic qualifications. As long as you have good martial arts skills and can shoot accurately, you can become a police officer.

If you excel in these two areas, you can easily land a higher-paid job as a detective right out of the gate. The County and City Police Act of 1856 spurred the development of a nationwide police system in the UK. The current British police system is largely similar to that of later generations, with only some irregularities in the onboarding process.

But it was precisely because of this irregularity that he was able to take advantage of the loophole.

"Good morning." You Jing said to the others, "I'm going to work."

His tone was ordinary.

It’s like reporting to my family.

"Go early and come back early." Yanami said to Ukyo.

"I can't go back." You Jing said: "You don't have to wait for me at night, you can sleep normally."

"Everyone can't come home early at night, right?" Qinzi said, "In short, the last person to come back should lock the door."

The three groups went their separate ways.

Ukyo came to the street corner alone.

When passing by the sweet potato stall, he saw the boss looking up at the sky and thinking about life. A middle-aged man in a long windbreaker was sitting on a small stool in front of the stall. There was a bulge on the back of his windbreaker, as if there was a gun hidden there.

There are many mafias and gangs in Greater London, and this kind of guy is very common on the streets. Ukyo didn't have any suspicions about him at first, but this killer was really not very professional.

To put it bluntly, "murderous intent" is a look that can make people feel scared. This is how Ukyo understands this word - if someone is staring at you and you can feel danger from his eyes, then this person has murderous intent.

When Ukyo accidentally met his eyes...

Honestly, he was pretty quick in drawing his gun, at least faster than the royal bodyguards and local thugs Ukyo had encountered during his days making maps. It's just...

What’s the point of drawing your gun quickly?

In 1892, Austrian Joseph Laumann invented the first automatic pistol, the Schauberger pistol, but this pistol failed the Austrian military's tests because its accuracy was poor and its rate of fire and range were worrying.

In 1893, the German-Mann M1893 automatic pistol was introduced. After improvements, the M1894, which was less likely to jam, was introduced. This gun was basically the most authoritative pistol in the late 19th century and the first choice of all killers in Greater London.

No one had ever tested the firing rate of this pistol, but from the moment flames spurted out of the muzzle to the moment the bullet was pinched between his thumb and index finger... Ukyo felt that the firing rate of this gun was only about a quarter of that of an ordinary 98K, a level that even Yanami Tsutomu, who had mastered dodging tennis balls to perfection, could dodge with a lot of effort.

Ukyo stared at the Bergmann M1894 in the other person's hand.

This thing is an antique that cannot be bought even with money in the 21st century. The few existing ones have long been treated as treasures by gun enthusiasts all over the world. They are priceless and have no market.

Old Jack's arm froze in mid-air.